The Specters of Old Widow's Peak
On All Hallow's Eve,
They say can be seen,
A figure, alone and forlorn.
It prowls the high steppes,
Of Old Widow's Peak,
Mysterious, but meaning no harm.
The story is told,
Of two lovers of old,
Who pledged to each other they'd cleave;
But he had to sail out,
At dawning's first light,
Returning on All Hallow's Eve.
A storm came a-blowin',
And waves came a-crashin',
And soon not a thing could be seen.
He knew she's be waitin',
So without hesitation,
Headed home, no more to be seen.
Now each year on the peak,
Her vigil she keeps,
Faithful to her dying day;
And as she stands wating,
Her true love comes sailing,
Back to her arms through the grey.
Once more they're united,
Even death could not part them,
For love conquers all, this is true.
They'll play out this scene,
Forever it seems,
True love doesn't die, it continues.
So my friend never fear,
If you should come near,
And see that of which I speak.
It's two star crossed lovers,
Who come to each other,
The Specters of Old Widows Peak.
Judy Ball
All ghost stories aren't scarey.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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